parabh jee mohi kavan anaath bichaaraa

swrg mhlw 5 ] (1220-3)
saarag mehlaa 5.
Saarang, Fifth Mehl:


pRB jI moih kvnu AnwQu ibcwrw ]
parabh jee mohi kavan anaath bichaaraa.
O Dear God, I am wretched and helpless!

kvn mUl qy mwnuKu kirAw iehu prqwpu quhwrw ]1] rhwau ]
kavan mool tay maanukh kari-aa ih partaap tuhaaraa. ||1|| rahaa-o.
From what source did you create humans? This is Your Glorious Grandeur. ||1||Pause||

jIA pRwx srb ky dwqy gux khy n jwih Apwrw ]
jee-a paraan sarab kay daatay gun kahay na jaahi apaaraa.
You are the Giver of the soul and the breath of life to all; Your Infinite Glories cannot be spoken.

sB ky pRIqm sRb pRiqpwlk srb GtW AwDwrw ]1]
sabh kay pareetam sarab partipaalak sarab ghataaN aaDhaaraa. ||1||
You are the Beloved Lord of all, the Cherisher of all, the Support of all hearts. ||1||

koie n jwxY qumrI giq imiq Awpih eyk pswrw ]
ko-ay na jaanai tumree gat mit aapeh ayk pasaaraa.
No one knows Your state and extent. You alone created the expanse of the Universe.

swD nwv bYTwvhu nwnk Bv swgru pwir auqwrw ]2]58]81]
saaDh naav baithaavahu naanak bhav saagar paar utaaraa. ||2||58||81||
Please, give me a seat in the boat of the Holy; O Nanak, thus I shall cross over this terrifying world-ocean, and reach the other shore. ||2||58||81||